[Intro] (00:16) I'm in love with my cocoa (cocoa)/ I go cuckoo without my cocoa (cocoa)/ Stupid ill at 21 years old though/ Bring the beat in so I can go loco (loco)/ [Verse 1] (00:32) Shirt the same design as a bandanna/ Guess I'm bangin' on wax like Santana/ You lookin' famished in this game full of hunger/ Jumpin' over k**as with the bars, who'd wonder?/ Jackie Joyner Kersee, Jesse Owens, Luke Thunder/ That last name I made up to keep the game up/ k**as pop pills like Hot Fries and Cheetos/ So they can get twisted and turnt just like Fritos/ O-B-E-Y the FUBU standard and see why/ It's “For Us, By Us,” Hip Hop is only knee high/ A lot of s**as rollin' in like they got it/ But only a few make the cut, I emcee honest/ 'Cuz I'm less of a hypebeast, more of a hypocrite/ Got knowledge of myself a little bit but still ig'nant/ 21 years old now, time to find a road now/ Wasting years away, don't got no years to play/ Got a lot more pain to take, but no tears to wipe away/ 'Cuz I don't do no cryin', gotta keep on tryin'/ If you ain't bout the struggle, then it ain't worth fightin'/ Might as well die right now if you feel too tired/ The GODKidd, an early messiah/ But how can you be that if you're still in the fire?/ If you're still at your Mama's? Still you got no job yet?/ Keep it real with myself before anybody'll side-check/ But still write like I won't leave a ma**ive wide wreckage/ Still deliver like the Pizza Guy ain't on time yet/ Still give you bars, wordplay, metaphors, similes/ Conjunctions, interjections, fragmented sentences/ Hyperboles, an*logies, the gift of literate crafting/ I'm back in action... but I never left, right?// ////////////////